Just Another Job

Anger Management

Okay, big major thanks to Weyronther for helping me with this chapter. For real I think I have a woman crush on you unless you're a dude in disguise of a woman which is also totally fine because you're still fcking awesome. So the reason this chapter took so long is because I could not think of something appropriately shocking, cringe-worthy (in a good way) and just something worthy of HArting. I mean, he's a bad dude, so he needed to do something really bad, right? yeah so Weyronther is the queen of this kind of stuff, like torture scenes (without giving too much away) so I talked to her and she gave me like all of the idea for this. REally. I wrote it, she came up with it, long story short. Sorry, shutting up now ****go check her out!****

 Consciousness slowly, painfully, returned to me. My head was hanging down, and my sore muscles protested as I lifted it. 

"Cobalt." Someone whispered my name. 

I grimaced as I laid my head on the back of the chair I was sitting in. There was one light directly above me, making my head pound as my face was turned up to it. I returned my head to its normal position, trying to get oriented. I opened my eyes and found that the rest of the small room was dim, lit by four hanging lights. Directly in front of me was Jo, staring at me through tangled hair. She was chained to the wall, standing up. Immediately, I tried to stand, but I was tied down to the chair by my wrists and ankles. 

"Jo, are you all right?" I demanded, still yanking against the chains. She refused to meet my eyes, but two tears splashed on the black tile floor. 

"Are you all right?" I growled, her behavior worrying me. If Harting had done anything to her...

"I'm all right," she whispered.

I sat back in the chair, relieved. She wasn't hurt. I had to get her out of here. My brain raced to find a way, exploring every possible option. 

"It's no use," she said wearily. "We failed." 

"No. Don't think like that. There's a way to get out of this. There's always a way." I refused to let myself listen to her words. 

"Stop," she commanded. I ignored her, trying to pull free. "Cobalt, stop!" she shouted, clearly at her breaking point. "Don't you get it? We lost! We're done, it's over, we failed. Harting won. Get it through your thick skull." 

I sat tensed in my chair as she bombarded me with her words. She was right, of course. Harting had controlled this from the very beginning. He wouldn't leave an escape option in any form, no matter how far-fetched. 

The sound of footsteps in the hallway reached my ears, making my body stiffen. This was it; the final showdown, the last confrontation. My mind desperately searched for something, anything that would save us, but there was nothing. 

"Ah, Cobalt, I'm glad to see that you are awake." Harting's voice grated against my senses as he entered behind me. Jo's body stiffened with fear as she stared at her tormentor. I tried to catch her eye, but she refused to look at me. 

"Bring in our guests," said Harting. I still hadn't seen the bastard; he was hanging out behind me. I heard the unmistakable sounds of a scuffle going on. Movement entered my peripheral vision, and I saw a clump of bodies slowly moving towards the two empty chairs bolted to the floor along the wall on my left. I saw the reason for their slowness, and my blood chilled. Jasper and Raelyn were being dragged and pushed towards the chairs by six men in hooded and masked black jumpsuits. The first thing that grabbed my attention was that I could not see the goons' faces or even smell them because of the black rubber they were fully encased in. My lip lifted in a snarl. Even if I did escape this place by some miracle, I wouldn't be able to track down these mother-